WHY I WRITE BY WOLI BUKOLA KAFILAH

There is beauty in the universe that man has blown over, beauty blinded by the constant pain life throws at his heels, so I write with the hope that a heart other than mine finds solace in the purity that nature offers.

Writing was no childhood dream, In fact I did everything in my power to avoid writing. In as much as I loved to read stories, I found writing a tedious chore with a constant fear of nobody showing interest in my work. I read whatever tale others wrote and had to tell, while hiding mine in the corners of my heart.
 
As a child, I was attached to nature in ways our people may see as extreme or funny. On days when I found a chore unbearable or had just gotten the beating of my life, I would sit on the concrete, absorbing the songs of birds; hoping they could give me the peace I needed and they never disappoint.
 
My bedrock has always been wildly imaginative and I often get lost in my thoughts and fantasies, so much that I enjoy solitude. In my imaginations, I live many lives that I lose count. I never think to share my fantasies or realities, out of the fear of other people’s perceptions.

Life happened, while mending my broken heart from failed relationships I proceeded to the university with added concerns of how to make good grades and overcome the fear of becoming a nobody. My emotions were tangled like vines to trees and I knew one day, if not taken care of, my thoughts and fears would consume me.
 
Although I never consciously searched for an outlet, I could say that an outlet found me on a school outing I had no flare for. With my feet buried deep into the sands of Araromi seaside and a heart awed by the briny deep that soothed my tired eyes, poetry danced at my fingertips with a rhythm so strong, I knew I had to immortalize it. That day and moment changed everything that my jungled mind couldn't sort out. I found clarity in the smell of the sea and swaying palm trees; nature, which truly never disappoints.
 
So I write, for every life that sings, thorn that pricks me, smile that makes me dance a million steps, demon the lurks in darkness waiting to consume me and for all that begins a journey which I am forever happy I took.

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